We’ve not noticed any yet this year, but we’re coming into wild cucumber blooming time. If you think you’re seeing ghosts drifting along tree lines or fence lines, maybe you’re seeing wild cucumber flowers. We’re back into a spell of above average temperatures over the next ten days or so. Thundershowers late tomorrow and then a dry spell. It’ll make autumn’s cooler weather all the more appealing when it arrives.
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| wild cucumber among the cat tails
Photo by J. Harrington
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I’ve reached an age, and a stage, at which, if it feels too damn hot to do outside chores, it IS too damn hot to do outside chores, except, maybe, for very, very, brief periods. I’m also learning to take in stride that the weather rarely cooperates with my plans. Some weeks back, I mentioned the prospect of burning one of the brush piles in honor of Lughnasadh. Tomorrow evening would have been the most appropriate time for that. When is the only time in our extended forecast that includes thunderstorms? Tomorrow evening. Sigh. Well, there’s always Autumn Equinox and Samhain, if I have the patience to wait.
Six months from now, I’m pretty sure I’ll be complaining about snow and cold and ice and wind all seeming everlasting but at least then we avoid bugs and road construction. Meanwhile, I’ll look for that magic spot after the morning dew has dried but before the temperature has climbed too high and see if I can get a few things done outside before the heat of the day.
“HEAT” BY H.D.
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air–
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.
Cut the heat–
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
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